Everything Balances Out

Buzzz...Buzzz! This is what I woke up to this morning. The sound of my cell phone alerting me that trouble was calling. It was the call that I had been dreading. It was him..asking me to pick up what was left over of our life together.

He called me baby. He actually had the nerve to say it. He pretended not to hear me when I told him not to utter those words to me. It was time to put my big girl panties on and get it over with. It hurt. I left the stuff I didn't want, and acted like I didn't see his note. (He actually drew a smiley face on it...weirdo!)

Choices on my agenda: A. Find someone to go drink too much wine with. Or B. Stick to the original "my life is lame" plan and head to the Davis Island dog beach with Maui. Plan B it was....although A was tempting. I allowed myself to cry on the way there, but only until I got off the crosstown. Then I blasted my ipod and sung Crazy Bitch until my throat started hurting again.

I pull up thinking the age old question that's been on my mind for the past 5 months: How the heck am I ever going to meet a decent guy? How do other people meet? Lets go through the options:

1. Work: I'm a nanny who is with little ones all day...no hot guy op there!
2. College: I'm an education major and straight in all female classes...no help there!
3. Friends: No go with bottom feeder or late guy...hasn't happened yet.
4. Internet: Let's not go there.
5. Bar: "Hi, do you have an STD or kids?"

What is a girl to do?

So I get out of the car, and onto the beach we go. Now usually there are lots of little dogs for Maui to punk around, but today...there was only one. Meet Buster...but it gets better. Meet Buster's daddy! Oh baby! We talk...and he comes and sits by me, kinda close...I like it! However, given my track record...he is either gay or straight and taken...or the "He's just not that into you" kinda guy. So after telling him all about my tata exposure at Fort Desoto, and my dog's fetish for my panties...I make a move.

No, it's probably NOT how most girls would approach the situation, but I think it worked to my advantage. I simply stated "There is always a ton of gay guys at the dog beaches and parks." He agreed, and then I took this a step further. "And guys with their girlfriends." (This was applicable because a girl/guy couple was walking in at the time.) And just then...it happened. Music to a girls ears! "Well...I'm not either...gay or have a girlfriend. I'm single."

There is a God! "Well, that is a good thing!" (I hope he didn't see me doing the happy dance on the inside!:) So his friend finally came over and wanted to leave....as they were a tad hung over. So as I stood up to go, I nonchalantly said "We should go to the Ft Desoto dog beach sometime." He said "Yea, give me your number and we will do that." Mission Acomplished!

So even though my morning started off really shitty...it balanced out with something even better! Even if he doesn't call...or if it doesn't go anywhere...it still made me feel better...and took my mind off all the bad stuff. Everything balances out...